Rough Days
By Ainohikari and Padfootop
A bright-eyed woman around the age of sixteen was at the bar of the tavern, cleaning mugs and filling orders. Her flaming red hair was shining in the candle light, bits of blonde coming out as she moved. She was cleaning a glass and talking up a storm with a local guard, hoping to get a tip or two. She wanted a new dress, to impress Will Turner and it cost a lot more then she had. There would be a festival in a few weeks and she was hoping that he was there. Oh, how plans do change.
A girl that had brown hair that reached her butt walked in and came right up to the guard, who it turns out was Commadore James Norrington. She pulls a stool next to him and leans on his shoulder, her eyes staring into his with love and adoration, his with shock and disgust.
"Hello, my love. Hello Mina." She threw in her friends name as an afterthought. "So, how was your day, Commadore? Get rid of any pirates? How many are left on that list of yours?"
Norrington sighed, but it was what he had been talking about with Miss Mina Starr. Miss Mac Starford would just be included now. "Well, first off there was party on the Swann's boat. We had to keep pirates from getting there. Turns out there was one pirate stupid enough to try. Atlantis. She got away before we could aprehend her though."
"Oh my! My poor man! Not getting a wanted criminal! You must feel so hurt! I know just what will cheer you up!" Mac said, leaning in for a kiss. Norrington took one look at her and fled. He was out of the tavern before you could say "Stiff." All that was left was a purse on the bar and a still puckered Mac. She opened an eye and saw that Norrington was gone. Her face fell and her eyes lost their brightness. She turned to the bar and placed her head on her arms. Mina reached over and pat the girl's back. She should have been used to it by then, but everytime Norrington rejected her it was like the first time. Mina thought about what Norrington had said. Atlantis. Atlantis Hardt? Her cousin was a pirate. It could have been her! But what was she doing in Port Royale? Mina sighed, taking the purse, removing the money for the drinks and finding a very generous tip in there as well. She'd have that dress sooner then she thought!
There was a quiet laughter in the corner, but it was steadily getting louder. Mac lifted her head up at the sound. "Who's laughing at me?" She said, tears still in her eyes.
Mina had already located the source and was glaring at the well known pirate girl. "Just Faile. Don't pay her any mind."
Mac glared at Faile who stuck her tongue out at the other girl. "Got a probl'm?"
"Yeah, you. You have no reason to be laughing little Miss I-Have- Everything."
"Oh, bu' I do. See?" she replied and turned around in Jack Sparrow's lap, putting her arms around his neck and giving him a long kiss.
"Got a pistol with more than one shot I can use? And a rum please." She said, staring right at the happy couple. Now if she could just get them where the bullet would pass through both of them....
"No pistols in the tavern. I got some daggers you can use though!" Mina said, smiling devilishly. She put the bottle of rum in front of Mac. Mac took a long swig and took out one of her own well concealed daggers from her bodice and threw it at Jack and Faile. It hit right above Jacks hat. Hopefully that would be a good enough warning to them.
The kiss broke off and Faile just stared at the dagger still quivering over Jack's head. Jack's eyes were half lidded and he didn't even look up. "Did i' git meh?"
"No.... Bu' I t'ink we got 'er mad."
"Y'think?"
"Yup."Jack rolled his eyes and settled back in the chair, shifting Faile a little in his lap so they were more comfortable. She turned back around and laid her back against his chest, glaring at Mac. "Git a man, lass," she called tauntingly, "mebbe it'll 'elp yer temper!"
Mac turned around in a huff and tried to ignore them. Which didn't work to well. She got up a few seconds later and walked over, ignoring Faile when she stuck her tongue out, and pulled the dagger out of the wall. She "accidentally" kicked the stool out from under Jack, causing him to fall into the table and Faile to hit her head on the edge of it. This would not be a pretty sight.
Faile was completely unprepared for the ground being taken out from under her. Or the man, in this case. Jack grunted as he hit the table and slid to the ground, and Faile yelped as her head hit the table. Rubbing the back of her head, she growled deep in her throat at Mac. "Tempeh, tempeh Mac. Ye realleh sh'd lea'n t' c'ntrol tha'."
Mac growled and tackled Faile, hitting Jack with her leg as she went down. She pulled her arm back to punch the woman, but it was grabbed by Mina. "No fighting in my pub," she growled, her eyes burning with conviction. Teasing was normal, but when it turned into a all out brawl, she would have none of it. "Out. Now."
Jack and Faile protested, the latter roughly pulling out of Mac's grip. "We didn' do nufin!" Faile said, glaring at Mac. "I' wuz 'er fault, she didn' 'afta git all bent outta shape."
"You egged her on and you even knew she was mad. I wouldn't call that nothing. Now all three of you out!" She pulled Mac off the ground and pointed to the door. She loved her friend dearly, but rules were rules. No exceptions.
"She t'rew a daggeh at us!" Faile argued heatedly, refusing to move. "I t'ink tha' calls fer r'talliation!"
Mina pointed behind Jack. There was a dagger board behind him, with a fresh mark on the bottom, right where the dagger had hit. "I don't think that she was throwing it at you. That is the one place you can throw things in here and you just happened to be at the table right by it." She said, turning around and walking to the bar. She turned around and said, "Might I suggest that you not move my tables next time." She continued to the bar as two of the male workers came over and grabbed Faile and Jack by the arms, taking them out of the tavern.
Faile snarled and shouted back, "I highly doubt she wuz aimin' at tha', lass!" But she didn't struggle, and neither did Jack. Eh, it didn't matter anyway. They had said what they wanted. Mac left and went home sulking.
By Ainohikari and Padfootop
A bright-eyed woman around the age of sixteen was at the bar of the tavern, cleaning mugs and filling orders. Her flaming red hair was shining in the candle light, bits of blonde coming out as she moved. She was cleaning a glass and talking up a storm with a local guard, hoping to get a tip or two. She wanted a new dress, to impress Will Turner and it cost a lot more then she had. There would be a festival in a few weeks and she was hoping that he was there. Oh, how plans do change.
A girl that had brown hair that reached her butt walked in and came right up to the guard, who it turns out was Commadore James Norrington. She pulls a stool next to him and leans on his shoulder, her eyes staring into his with love and adoration, his with shock and disgust.
"Hello, my love. Hello Mina." She threw in her friends name as an afterthought. "So, how was your day, Commadore? Get rid of any pirates? How many are left on that list of yours?"
Norrington sighed, but it was what he had been talking about with Miss Mina Starr. Miss Mac Starford would just be included now. "Well, first off there was party on the Swann's boat. We had to keep pirates from getting there. Turns out there was one pirate stupid enough to try. Atlantis. She got away before we could aprehend her though."
"Oh my! My poor man! Not getting a wanted criminal! You must feel so hurt! I know just what will cheer you up!" Mac said, leaning in for a kiss. Norrington took one look at her and fled. He was out of the tavern before you could say "Stiff." All that was left was a purse on the bar and a still puckered Mac. She opened an eye and saw that Norrington was gone. Her face fell and her eyes lost their brightness. She turned to the bar and placed her head on her arms. Mina reached over and pat the girl's back. She should have been used to it by then, but everytime Norrington rejected her it was like the first time. Mina thought about what Norrington had said. Atlantis. Atlantis Hardt? Her cousin was a pirate. It could have been her! But what was she doing in Port Royale? Mina sighed, taking the purse, removing the money for the drinks and finding a very generous tip in there as well. She'd have that dress sooner then she thought!
There was a quiet laughter in the corner, but it was steadily getting louder. Mac lifted her head up at the sound. "Who's laughing at me?" She said, tears still in her eyes.
Mina had already located the source and was glaring at the well known pirate girl. "Just Faile. Don't pay her any mind."
Mac glared at Faile who stuck her tongue out at the other girl. "Got a probl'm?"
"Yeah, you. You have no reason to be laughing little Miss I-Have- Everything."
"Oh, bu' I do. See?" she replied and turned around in Jack Sparrow's lap, putting her arms around his neck and giving him a long kiss.
"Got a pistol with more than one shot I can use? And a rum please." She said, staring right at the happy couple. Now if she could just get them where the bullet would pass through both of them....
"No pistols in the tavern. I got some daggers you can use though!" Mina said, smiling devilishly. She put the bottle of rum in front of Mac. Mac took a long swig and took out one of her own well concealed daggers from her bodice and threw it at Jack and Faile. It hit right above Jacks hat. Hopefully that would be a good enough warning to them.
The kiss broke off and Faile just stared at the dagger still quivering over Jack's head. Jack's eyes were half lidded and he didn't even look up. "Did i' git meh?"
"No.... Bu' I t'ink we got 'er mad."
"Y'think?"
"Yup."Jack rolled his eyes and settled back in the chair, shifting Faile a little in his lap so they were more comfortable. She turned back around and laid her back against his chest, glaring at Mac. "Git a man, lass," she called tauntingly, "mebbe it'll 'elp yer temper!"
Mac turned around in a huff and tried to ignore them. Which didn't work to well. She got up a few seconds later and walked over, ignoring Faile when she stuck her tongue out, and pulled the dagger out of the wall. She "accidentally" kicked the stool out from under Jack, causing him to fall into the table and Faile to hit her head on the edge of it. This would not be a pretty sight.
Faile was completely unprepared for the ground being taken out from under her. Or the man, in this case. Jack grunted as he hit the table and slid to the ground, and Faile yelped as her head hit the table. Rubbing the back of her head, she growled deep in her throat at Mac. "Tempeh, tempeh Mac. Ye realleh sh'd lea'n t' c'ntrol tha'."
Mac growled and tackled Faile, hitting Jack with her leg as she went down. She pulled her arm back to punch the woman, but it was grabbed by Mina. "No fighting in my pub," she growled, her eyes burning with conviction. Teasing was normal, but when it turned into a all out brawl, she would have none of it. "Out. Now."
Jack and Faile protested, the latter roughly pulling out of Mac's grip. "We didn' do nufin!" Faile said, glaring at Mac. "I' wuz 'er fault, she didn' 'afta git all bent outta shape."
"You egged her on and you even knew she was mad. I wouldn't call that nothing. Now all three of you out!" She pulled Mac off the ground and pointed to the door. She loved her friend dearly, but rules were rules. No exceptions.
"She t'rew a daggeh at us!" Faile argued heatedly, refusing to move. "I t'ink tha' calls fer r'talliation!"
Mina pointed behind Jack. There was a dagger board behind him, with a fresh mark on the bottom, right where the dagger had hit. "I don't think that she was throwing it at you. That is the one place you can throw things in here and you just happened to be at the table right by it." She said, turning around and walking to the bar. She turned around and said, "Might I suggest that you not move my tables next time." She continued to the bar as two of the male workers came over and grabbed Faile and Jack by the arms, taking them out of the tavern.
Faile snarled and shouted back, "I highly doubt she wuz aimin' at tha', lass!" But she didn't struggle, and neither did Jack. Eh, it didn't matter anyway. They had said what they wanted. Mac left and went home sulking.